- Last Record: 2013-01-14 23:57:33 +0800
- Joined: Aug 25, 2010
All the memories of things said and unsaid,
dance like ghosts around in my head.
The girl, tired by all the games,
chose instead to make her own fun.
By herself, yet not alone,
making shadows in the last of the sun.
"Who says the sun is a he? Maybe he's a she."
"No he has to be a he because the moon is a she."
"It's simple. They're the oldest example of star-crossed...